[metroschultz]

My wife wants to go back and see the area she was born in.
She lived there until she was 6 or 7 years old.
We have pictures her mother saved but she doesn't have a lot of solid memories from that time. She does remember the goat farm next door and being butted by one when she was little.
If we put together some sort of trip with my friends from Newfoundland, and make a stop in Nova Scotia on the way ( up or down, I am not sure, sideways maybe?), we can kill two trips with one drive.
And I LOVE Seafood.
I have since I could feed myself.
warning, digression occurring.

When I was about 10 years old, my family went to the local Seafood Restaurant and I ordered Broiled Flounder.
It was the whole flounder.
Eyes up.
gutted and boned, skin on.
My Mom freaked, she couldn't eat, so I covered his head with a napkin and she said,
"I know he is still looking at me"
My dad called the waiter to take in to the kitchen and have the head cut off but that didn't help.
She still couldn't eat and we left early with our fish in bags.
Stopped on the way home at Dairy Queen for ice cream.
WooHoo what a night.
Schultz